It is like being in apace. It is like floating around a never ending universe in our own snug space pod.
We are away from the trial and tribulations of living on this crazy planet. We have each other and that is all that matters, because we are as one and each time we make love something goes 'ting!' and we are lost in the pure magic of all that our love can stimulate.
You are my space girl, my Lieutenant and I am the captain of our craft. We just shut off the communications centre for peace, perfect peace and tranquillity - just to completely chill out in the way we choose.
I see you. my baby hitched in your space suit to your chair. As always you look ravishing and enticing just the way you always so, no matter how you are dressed or not.
I feel the ache for you that needs to be remedied. I look into your eyes and see the love beams explode and I know you want me just as much as I do you.
There is something very special and different making love in a space capsule and it can be fun trying to make it floating about in a non-gravity sealed vessel. It creates a completely new experience in the bonding art but we are like angels, allowing our bodies to drift until they touch. When I can spread my arms and clasp your waist and we enjoy a wonderfully stimulating space kiss.
It is like nothing on earth, we float in our passion and you find delight in unzipping my space suit. We chuckle and enjoy the challenge, but put to the test nothing on earth, or rather in space, will deter us, it is fun, you remove a garment and then so do I, and I take in the beautiful array of your feminine body, just in the lovely and thrilling red tie-on thong and bra in which you excel.
You begin to remove them but I put my fingers to my lips and you know I adore you to keep them on until it is time, the same as I keep on my black tight boxer shorts.